I surveyed the face of my young lover. She was glowing. Jen smiled at me. "She really is beautiful, ain't she, Tim?" Yes, she is. I love her..."Kim's ...and lazily arched around behind my head and pulled my face to hers. "I love you, too, Tim," she said, then kissed me. She smiled. "I've come. Jen's come TWICE. It's YOUR turn ... Lay down."She got up and moved to offer me a gap between herself and Jen on the bed. I lay back, anticipating, curious. Two females had decided it was time for me to. Well, it would be you! We'd have a longer lunch break Wednesdays and Fridays, we'd come over here, and you'd ..." He leered at her and let his eyes run up and down her full figure, barely hidden inside her houserobe. "Well, I won't repeat his words ... but you'd show us all a good time!"He stepped forward and slid a hand inside the top of her robe, moving it down until it cupped her breast. Anna, still dumbstruck, didn't move, didn't resist as he started fondling her."So, did I get that. We pull into the parking garage where I pay extra to have my car taken care of. We get out, close and lock the doors. We get our bags and my guitar from the trunk. We start walking away as I hear my car door open. I see her getting out of the back seat of my car with a suitcase.“What the fuck Brittany,” I say.“My parents think I’m going to stay with my friend down south for Christmas break, and don’t worry I won’t get in the way of you screwing the groupies. That’s your job as a rock n roll. OK, Corvettes are more-or-less big red penises, probably driven by guys with little pale ones. The designers -- use to be in Detroit, now in Yokohama -- have this figured out, though I’m not sure how my Camry projects my vagina. Maybe the cup holder.Overheard in the lunchroom. “So I opened his glove compartment to stash my bra and there was this C one”4) We can have chocolate on our desks during working hours. Any job needing a neat desktop should be done without either chocolates or sex,.